“A good girl goes to a party, goes home and goes to bed,” Mike said, turning back to the stove. “A nice girl goes to a party, goes to bed and goes home.”
“That’s terrible,” Lydia said, laughing.
“Anyway, I’d invite a nice girl over,” Mike said, stirring the vegetables, then adding some oyster sauce. The latter had turned out to be nearly impossible to obtain and he’d resorted to making it from scratch. However, he’d tried the recipe out in advance and the homemade worked fine. “Then I’d cook for her and wine and dine her, maybe watch a movie on video, and when it came time to close the deal, voila! There we were already in my apartment. No ‘your place or mine,’ no ‘would you care for a cup of coffee.’ ”
“Sneaky,” Lydia said.
“If you ain’t cheatin’, you ain’t tryin’,” Mike intoned.
“And if you get caught, you ain’t a SEAL,” Lydia finished, giggling. “So I should expect sneaky?”
“Up to you,” Mike said, transferring the Chinese beef and vegetables from the pan into a serving dish. “But let’s just have dinner, shall we?”
He’d already had rice prepared and he brought that out as well, setting it down at the bar. Then he shifted her over to her place, carefully holding her chair out and pushing it back in. The last step was to light the candle and turn out a couple of lights.
“This is interesting,” Lydia said, looking at the food dubiously.
“I think you’ll find it edible,” Mike said.
Lydia picked out a bit of meat to start and then, with a look of surprise, took more.
As they ate they chatted about conditions among the Keldara and the condition of the farm. Every time that they got near touchy subjects, Mike carefully steered them away. He didn’t want to talk about the previous mission, or upcoming ones, or where he was going with the Keldara. Light and easy was the tone of the evening. And he made sure he kept her champagne glass topped up.
As for sneaky, she’d missed the first “cheat.” Mike had been careful to keep the wineglasses separated by at least an arm’s-length. That was because her glass was at least twenty-five percent larger than his. Even if he matched her glass for glass, she was getting far more wine. And it was showing. The alcohol, and food, was making her less nervous as time went by.
“This is fun,” Lydia said, sighing and setting down her fork. She’d eaten lightly, which was good. “There should be more things in life like this. But there is always too much work.”
“That will get better,” Mike said, wiping his mouth with his napkin. “You’d be surprised how much better. Dessert?”
Lydia had also never been exposed to chocolate cake. Certainly not the deep, rich chocolate fudge cake Mike brought out.
“Better to eat this by the fire,” he said, grinning. “Bring your glass; there’s more champagne out there.”
He led the way to the parlor area, where a fire had been laid, and set the plates and his glass dow,n then flopped on the couch. The centerpiece of the coffee table was a heaping bowl of strawberries.
“This is nice, too,” Lydia said, grinning happily and sitting down next to him. “I was thinking that you’d just… you know…”
“Nah,” Mike said. “The idea here is to have fun. You can’t have fun if you’re worried sick about what’s going to happen. And you shouldn’t be. It’s important, don’t get me wrong. But it’s also something natural and very fun. If it’s done right and I’ve rarely had complaints.”
“I talked with Mother Savina about… it,” Lydia said, nervously, her grin fading. “And Anastasia. I’m… it seems…”
“There is no way to describe it,” Mike said, getting a bite of cake on his fork and holding it out to her. “Try the cake.”
“That’s good,” Lydia said, her eyes wide.
“Alas, this I didn’t do,” Mike said, picking up a strawberry and offering it to her. “I don’t bake well.”
“You do other things well,” Lydia said, taking a delicate bite of the strawberry while looking into his eyes.
“So do you,” Mike said, for the first time in the evening actually getting horny. He’d been working the situation so hard he had forgotten to have fun.
She offered him a strawberry and he bit into it carefully, then got in a quick lick on her fingers that elicited another giggle.
They traded strawberries like that for a little longer and then Lydia, unexpectedly, took one in her teeth and leaned forward.
Mike took the bait, biting off his end of the strawberry and then following up with a kiss, flickering his tongue against her lips. Whether Lydia had ever had sex or not, it was clear that she had been, as his mother used to put it, “spooning.” She had no problem with kissing whatsoever.
However, when Mike’s hand crept up her leg, she tensed for a moment, then went back to the kiss. He slid his hand up the back of her leg, checking with his other hand on her arm. Goosebumps were always an indicator that a girl was getting turned on by caresses and she had plenty.
“Kildar,” the girl said, huskily, drawing away and wiping at her lips. “I want… I think…”
“Don’t think,” Mike said, smiling. He took her hand and had her stand up. “But, yes, time to progress. Lydia, take off your dress.”
The girl stood there for a moment and then, closing her eyes, lifted the dress up and over her head. It had a built-in bra so all she was wearing once she’d doffed it was her heels, panties, a garter belt and stockings.
“You are very beautiful,” Mike said, taking a pillow off the couch and tossing it on the floor. “So, we progress. But before we get to other things, there is one thing that I require.”
He stood up and cupped her breast, eliciting a shiver. She still had her eyes closed which made him almost chuckle.
“What do you… need?” Lydia asked, opening her eyes.
“There is a very old saying,” Mike replied, pressing down on her shoulders so she knelt on the pillow. “ ‘Stand before your god, bow before your king and kneel before your man.’ ”
“I was told about this,” Lydia said, looking up at him. “But I have never…”
“I know,” Mike said, unzipping his pants. “Later I will show you other things. But this I require. Later, I’ll tell you why.”
“Very well,” Lydia said, softly, looking down. “I… would like to.”
“And you will take it all in your mouth,” Mike continued. He wasn’t right up on her, but back a bit. “I take it you haven’t seen a man undressed.”
“No,” Lydia said, uncertainly. “They told me about it.”
“Your turn,” Mike said, stepping forward.
Lydia slowly reached for his pants and then just as slowly pulled them down, an act that caused Mike to almost lose it. He stayed calm, though, while she considered… him.
Lydia cautiously held out one hand and touched him, tilting her head to the side to consider.
“It is bigger than I thought,” Lydia said, nervously.
“And, frankly, Oleg is bigger than I am,” Mike said. “Anastasia discussed what to do?”
“Yes,” Lydia said, biting her lip and wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the base of his dick. Then she shifted forward on the pillow and took him in her mouth.
She had a bit of trouble getting the rhythm of hand and mouth together at first, but she quickly caught on.
Mike took her hair in his hand and sped her up. Again she got out of rhythm but soon got the feel for it, speeding up quite a bit.
Mike knew, though, that her neck muscles wouldn’t hold out for long. However, being fellated by a delicious blonde virgin on her knees was more than enough for him. He quickly came into her mouth.
She stopped and gagged at that but he grabbed her hair and held her in place, pumping in and out to get the last drop.